Why Sandra Bland didn't hang herself

Why would a Black woman who stood for #BlackLivesMatter, 

TAKE

 

  HER

   OWN

     BLACK

        LIFE?!

It seems the American public is presumed stupid until proven otherwise. If in your naivete, you believe that Sandra Bland committed suicide in a Texas jail cell, you have to wonder what she was doing there in the first place. An improper lane change and she's still in jail three days later...

So here is the narrative that the trusty police officers are delivering....

"Bland had been pulled over in Prairie View, Texas, and previously state public safety officials had said she became argumentative and uncooperative so she was arrested on a charge of assaulting a public servant."

The twenty-eight year old woman did not properly use her signal and the police stopped her. Fine. Said police approached the vehicle and she gave them attitude. FINE. I believe that, because they probably started in on her. The woman was so irate that she kicked the officer.....

WAIT. How is a woman who is seated in her drivers seat able to kick a police officer? That would mean she would have to be outside of her car, but why was she outside of her car? Why would the cop ask her to leave her vehicle over an improper use if a signal or whatever it was?

According to witnesses, the trooper pulled her from her vehicle through the window. Bland was screaming "get your fucking hands off of me" As you would expect and a battle ensued between her and the officer on the ground. 

Here is what the witnesses say

"I couldn't tell if he slammed her down there or it was a maneuver she did trying to stop him from putting her in the car caused her to be put on the ground," McKnight said. "She was very, very upset. She wasn't trying to get in that police car," 

Said Renee McKnight who witnessed the altercation from a barber shop across the street. 

Answer me this, when you were pulled over for a minor traffic violation, did the officer drag you out of your vehicle, wrestle you and handcuff you? Is an inadequate lane change worthy of an arrest? 

What does someone have to do to scare an officer so bad that they are pulled from their car moments after being stopped? Bland didn't just leave the trap house, she was unarmed and had just landed a new job at Prairie View A&M University. I can't imagine she was a threat to that officer.

The injustice began when the officer ASSAULTED that woman, who thanked bystanders for recording it. Why would she thank them if she was the one at fault as the police are saying? It doesn't make sense. 

"She had become combative on the side of the road," Waller County Sheriff Glenn Smith said.

Smith was fired in 2008 from a previous job after accusations of racial bias

Oh but why was she on the side of the road? Most traffic stops occur like this,

You tell the offender why they are being stopped, request drivers license, registration and proof of insurance, give them a citation and you continue on your day. 

Wouldn't most people become combative after they have been physically forced out of their vehicle after a LONG day? 

And then we have this....

"In arresting Bland, the trooper "violated the department's procedures regarding traffic stops and the department's courtesy policy," state public safety officials said Friday without specifying what procedures the trooper, whose name has not been released, had violated."

I think I answered the question. That was not a ROUTINE traffic stop. 

So now the FBI is investigating and let me tell you, it seems they have a lot of lies on their hands.

When Bland was found in her jail cell three days later, she was "not breathing from what appears to be self-inflicted asphyxiation" and CPR was immediately performed, Smith said. She was pronounced dead shortly after.

Video shows Bland was alone in her cell before she died, he said.

But Elton Mathis, Waller County district attorney, said Friday that no cameras were in the jail cell where she was found dead. Cameras monitoring the hall outside her cell show no one entered or left it between the time she last spoke with deputies through an intercom system and when her body was discovered

"It appears she had used a trash bag to hang herself from a partition in the ceiling, which was used to give inmates privacy," said Mathis, who also said Bland seems to have been the only female incarcerated in the jail at the time.

The Texas Commission on Jail Standards cited Waller County jail Thursday for not properly monitoring inmates but wouldn’t say whether its citation is related to Bland's death. All inmates must be observed once every 60 minutes, and any inmate deemed suicidal must be observed in person every 30 minutes, Executive Director Brandon Wood said. 

Hanging yourself requires at lot of planning, especially in a new environment. This is a small framed woman who was more than likely physically exhausted. The act of hanging yourself is not an easy feat to accomplish successfully. You have to get a noose-like object around your neck at the right points to suffocate yourself, not to mention be at the correct amount of distance from the ground when you hang. But regardless of all of that, you have to have ample time to complete the act, and lots of it. For this woman to use a trash bag, get up to the ceiling, requiring something to aid her to reach that height, took a shit load of planning and time. Keep in mind, this is someone who was ABOUT TO BE RELEASED, or at least scheduled to be. 

Her family recently spoke to her, they aren't buying it was suicide

Why did no one physically check on her during all of the time it took her to plan and execute the suicide? I know a thing or two about a jail cell, and they tend to make sure you have nothing around you that could be used as a weapon against yourself or against others. 

Then lets look at her state of mind. 

"I talked to her Friday (a week ago) and she was in good spirits," LaVaughn Mosely said. "Although she was incarcerated, she was in good spirits. She was looking forward to posting bond Saturday and getting out. So you don't go from that to hanging yourself."

That pretty much knocks the ball out of the park for me. This was a woman who was a fighter, from the video footage we have been able to see of the altercation, she was a WARRIOR.

This was her life's work, she was in the trenches. This was something she prepared for as evidenced in her social media postings. She would not have committed suicide over something she was prepared for. An activist of Black Lives Matter, she knew that at any moment, the cops can kill you. 

Why then, would a woman who lived and breathed the knowledge of the brutality of police, attack a police officer in a southern town?

We have seen her videos, she is not stupid nor ratchet nor naive. 

A woman who screamed out, "THANK YOU FOR RECORDING THIS!" is a woman with a plan, a woman who was preparing to turn this into a civil case. A woman with a history of activism would not in a situation that she had raised awareness about, end her own life before the battle could truly be fought in court. This was a woman who wanted to be at the forefront of change, of activism. This was a woman who reportedly just spoke to a family member only hours before her death, PLANNING to be released. 

A woman who had just landed a job at her Alma mater, Prairie View A&M and a department that can't figure out if it had cameras in the jail or not. Then they couldn't figure out if they were on. 

Whether it was suicide or homicide, you be the judge. If you ask me, this woman was lynched.

I just want to stress the point that the injustice began long before this. If a trooper forces a woman out of her car, slams her on the ground, then it's plausible that the violence could have continued against her in the jail cell. It may have gone further than they expected and covered it up, staged it with a "suicide" scene. 

Freddie Gray ring a bell?

Black people, they will kill you. Their narrative will defame you. They will color you bad, tell the story of your resisting them. Something so simple to do when they can arrest you for no cause at all. Why on earth would anyone accept an arrest that isn't justified? Especially after a civilian is pulled from their car and violently slammed to the ground, unable to hear the cop. 

Sandy did not hang herself. Her story tells itself through our intuition and knowledge of our history. 

Sandy speaks. 

#SandySpeaks

Subtle Sexy Things Men Do

Taking your shirt off like this, makes you ten times hotter

Grab the bottom, lift it over your head

and if you're built, I am melting

SCRUBS

Because all you did was get dressed to save lives

but it looks like you got dressed to strip 

There's something sexy about men in scrubs. This gif alone is enough to make me cum

Pheromones Playground

The bar is packed, but mostly with men. It isn't a gay bar, but it's game night. All around you are cocks stuffed in Wrangler jeans and loud baritone voices. Male camaraderie transforms into a competitive exchange of curse words; it becomes intense, but your fear of a bar fight electrifies your cookies.

Ladies, you cross your leg to adjust yourself on the bar stool. Yes, the pheromones have reached your shores. The men sweat at the crescendo of the cock battle, this happens at the bar, arcade, or any form of man cave. You have frequented them all, like a feline among a pack of wolves. 

There's something about being surrounded by full fledged MAN in competition, heated debate, the energy of DICK, an orchestra of wits, it's more about the vibrations, not physicality. 

Bottle Sized 

Gay men, you'd notice this next one before any woman, the one you've been eyeing all night.

He struts out of the bathroom grabbing his dick, getting a handful of it. 

All night you've watched to see who goes toward that bathroom, somehow you missed this one. Otherwise you'd be standing next to him at a urinal, no need to explain why. He explodes out of the bathrooms swinging door with brute force, grabbing his crotch like a stress ball. Your mind plays it again and again in slow motion. Sometimes they'll exit that bathroom zipping up their pants. There's something so hot about the fact that he didn't wash his hands, forgot to zip and now he greets you, shaking your hand. You are grabbing the hand that grabbed the cock. No need to feel like a pervert, you aren't the only one who noticed, Jenna has amazing peripheral vision as she pretends to fix her hair. The way his body rocked from side to side, when he stopped in his tracts and leaned to one side, beer in one hand. The way he wrapped his lips around the mouth of the bottle, she envisioned his mouth on a sinner. 

Full Court Press

Summertime is always chock full of triggers. Balmy July afternoons invite the men to come out to play. The big brown ball is forced violently against pavement. A gang of tall, hard sweaty men grunt, sweat and fight for that ball, they want to put the ball in that hole. One of them put his hands on his hips while leaning forward, exhausted. He then wipes his soaking wet forehead, then you know what is coming next. You brace yourself as you watch from your car, licking your lips. He reaches for the bottom of his shirt, lifts it up to wipe sweat from his face. 

All is revealed, those chiseled abs, everything below the nipples. A glimpse into the forbidden, a taunting, a preview of what the rest of him beholds. One hundred percent hard, glistening, rippling man skin, has been revealed from under a drenched shirt. That forty second series of events happens again and again...Warriors pass around that ball that is covered in each others palm sweat, the same palms that no doubt adjusted nuts. Wait, Tyson just reached down under his basketball shorts to adjust his nut sack, by doing so, the V-Cut was revealed. 

Voice from Close Behind

Doing this is a guaranteed way to get pussy (or ass)

His presence surprises you. He comes from behind slowly yet aggressively. His mouth a couple of inches from your right ear, his breath hitting your neck, the spot. His energy damn near fucking you from the back and all he said was, "Are you in line?" In the middle of this supermarket, you have lost all of your thoughts. You can barely respond because you haven't even seen him yet, but with that baritone, he can get away with a lot. Sometimes, the sexiest thing a man can do, is to not be seen at all. That is when it is pure energy, unexpected...It's just a voice, but your knees are weak, nipples hardening.

Posture of Perversion

Men shouldn't sit with their legs close together all prim and proper, especially when freeballing in shorts. Fuck yes! They should take up space and lots of it. Legs should be wide, body should be leaned back, the way he always does when you ride the train to work. The jolt of the train, your hand on that hard pole trying to keep balance, every morning you wet yourself. He glances up at you, in his work pants, doesn't matter what kind, because its the position of crotch. The fold of his pants, like Mount Everest, displayed like the Hope Diamond as he reads the morning paper. You know that it is just the fold of fabric, but somehow, that doesn't stop your imagination. Somehow, it may as well be pin-striped cock. The train car bounces and you hold harder on to that pole as he looks up at you. You can't see his eyes, because yours are on his crotch. As the train bounced, you saw a thick imprint that revealed itself as his redwood legs moved. 

Brooks Brother

He looked like a regular business man, another young professional at happy hour and you didn't notice. But now that he's rolling up his dress shirt over a mound of forearm muscle, you're hooked. 

Somehow with the sleeves rolled up, he's more rugged, more man. Where the cuffs hit skin, you notice veins, veins which tell a story of a pretty strict gym routine. Loose fabric around man arms is an abomination, everything should be tight, and it is. He's not wearing an undershirt. There's nothing like a dress shirt over a bare hard muscular body. It's like the juxtaposition of sex and sophistication. Tight dress shirt over hard pecs, hard biceps, sleeves rolled up signifying a hard working man. If he unbuttons his shirt, he will expose skin, muscle, flesh. His work day is over, he stands a few feet away, his shirt unbuttoned three times...a loose tie collapsing on his chest. You can see a long triangle of skin, hint of pecs, throbbing every time he lifts his glass.

Blunt Cunt

Gay men, you love smoking weed with the trade. He always has to be the one to roll the blunt, ladies, doesn't it hint on how he will eat the box? The way he manipulates that open blunt with his wet tongue, licking it, rolling it...you can barely compose yourself. You know that once you are high, it will be even more difficult to do so. When his eyes become slits, when he leans back in the whip, you in the passengers side placing your lips on a blunt wet with his spit. 

The blunt you watched him lick. That long tongue all over that blunt, he did it so passionately. You love watching that nigga roll that blunt with his tongue...and now, it's time for the shotgun. Open up your mouth and let all of his smoke in...like a new phase of semen...white smoke comes rolling in your mouth, he releases it all. 

Does he know how turned on you are? It's so intimate. Spit. Smoke. Fire. 

Let it out

Don't lie, when he's drinking beer and burps loudly, you don't want him to say excuse me. It will ruin the rude barbarian sexiness that just transpired. Broken silence from a loud man burp, long and deep from his soul. May not seem subtle, but its unconventional how turned on you always are. Gay men, maybe this is more so for you, drinking with the trade. Anytime a man lets out anything, it is a subliminal form of ejaculation. A release. But just don't pass gas nigga. 

The Handshake

"Nice to meet you Kyle..." You gaze into his bedroom intense hazel eyes as your hand nearly disintegrates in his Goliath palm. His handshake is firm, strong, aggressive, commanding and his eye contact confirms confidence. He doesn't have to be built like "The Rock" to pull this off, he just has to have MAN HANDS and the command of yours. Energy flows from our extremities as humans and this is the best way for a man to melt you with a first impression. The boardroom has become a bedroom in your mind. Lets discuss an acquisition of my ass. You can still feel his hand engulfing yours, his wide slightly rough fingers, especially the index, were phallic symbols. Phallic tingles...

Say My Name

I'm bad with names, but he calls my name correctly like he's known me his entire life. And when he chooses to use my name in the beginning of random sentences, to personalize the statement. Even when he is angry, "Isayaah!!!" "Isayaah, come here!" The one you want says your name like no one else...no matter in what context he says it. For me, it's when he doesn't overuse it, nor under use it. When he wants to include me in a group conversation, my name is announced, "Isayaah is a writer too..." It's like I matter, it's like he wants other people to see that I matter. Even if you just met and he repeats back your name, it can be magic. 

"Hey I'm Rick"

"Nice meeting you Rick, I'm Isayaah..."

"Isayaah, that's a great name, Isayaah." 

As opposed to a simple impersonal "Nice meeting you." 

He upholds your majesty by choosing to repeat your name in a variety of situations.

The calling of a King. 

Oh how subtle his sexy is for me...

FREEBALLING IN BALL SHORTS

and you're HUNG...

Maybe this isn't so subtle...